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toniwritesthings · 1 year

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You Better Peralta

Jake Peralta x G/N Reader - Jake catches up with you before he goes undercover. - Words: 1,012. - Warnings: None.

You stand outside the precinct, breathing in the cool Brooklyn air. Jake had just got fired and signed up for an undercover mission with the FBI less than two hours ago and it had just dawned on you what that meant. You sigh, shutting your eyes. The idea of Jake going undercover made you nervous. You knew, realistically, that he would be fine. He’s an amazing detective. But there was something nagging at you, something that felt like unfinished business. You open your eyes again, walking towards your car.

“(Y/N)?” You turn around, seeing Jake coming up to you holding a box of his belongings. “Hey, thought I missed you.” He looks at you and smiles, causing your heart to beat slightly faster.

“Hey Jake. Amazing assignment” You say, trying to not let the worry you feel ruin his big moment. “I have to admit though, I’m a little jealous.”

Jake laughs. You laugh too, trying to ignore the butterflies you feel. “Really? Well, if you want I could help you get fired. I’m really good at it.”

You look at the man in front of you, trying to take in the small details to remember him while he is gone. You look at his goofy smile, his fluffy hair, the way his jacket sits on his shoulders. You take a deep breath in, trying to distinguish his cologne from the smell of the street. Finally, you look into his eyes. The soft brown showing so much warmth, the wrinkles around showing life and laughter. You send him a sad smile.

“Yeah. So, this is real. This is happening” you point to the box in his hand and he lets out a soft laugh. He looks at you, opening his mouth a few times before settling on the words he wants to say.

“Look, I don’t wanna be a jerk. I know I’m leaving and we won’t see each other for a while. It’s just…” Jake stopped. You looked up to the man with your eyebrows furrowed. He looked back, having an internal debate about if he should continue. You take a step closer to Jake, reaching out to take the box from his hands. You put the box on the trunk of your car and looked back at him once more.

“What’s going on?”

“I don’t know what’s gonna happen on this assignment. And if something bad goes down, I think I’d be pissed at myself if I didn’t say this” He stops again, gauging your reaction. You smiled, urging him to go on. “I kinda wish something could happen between us, romantic-stylez.”

The butterflies you felt are now roaring, your heart rate increasing. You looked at Jake, with your mouth slightly open, aiming to say anything. But no words were coming out. Jake rolled his lips between his teeth and took a deep breath.

“I know we’re coworkers, and I’m going undercover and that’s just how it is. But…” he stopped his sentence and looked down to the ground with a small smile. “Anyway, we’re not supposed to have any contact, so I should go. America needs me!” He says with a soft laugh, looking back at you. He smiled, turning to grab the box from your car. You reach out, stopping his hands mid action. Jake freezes, looking back at you. He watches the emotions you express through your facial expressions.

You hold his hands, opening your mouth to talk again. But words still wouldn’t come. You move your hands to his arms, then his shoulders. You hold them there for a moment, feeling the soft leather of his jacket between your fingers. You move your arms up further, up to his neck before settling on his cheeks. You take another step forward, slowly closing the gap between the two of you. Slowly closing the gap between coworkers and friends to something more. After Jake's confession, something clicked in your brain. Something you realise you have been putting off acknowledging for months.

“(Y/N)? Hey. Are you okay?” Jake asked, worry seeping into his tone.

“No, not really” you whisper, pulling Jake closer again. You were inches apart now, your hands still resting on his cheeks. Jake’s breath quickened slightly, and you let out a small huff. “I think I’m going to regret not doing this before you go.”

Your heart is thumping now as you pull Jake’s face closer to your own. As you close your eyes, you connect your lips together softly. Jake returns the kiss immediately, wrapping his arms around your waist, holding you tight. You felt the butterflies be released, a sense of calm washing over you. It felt natural. It felt right. You pull back after a few seconds, resting your forehead against his. You feel a single tear sliding down your cheek. You keep your eyes closed, scared of what you might see when you open them. You rub your left thumb over his cheekbone and he lets out a soft chuckle.

“If I knew you were going to kiss me, I would have told you all this months ago” you huff at his words, the corners of your mouth lifting slightly into a small smile. Jake pulls you in again, kissing you with more determination, with more passion. You could feel your heart opening, welcoming the idea of something more. You finally allowed yourself to feel these emotions you have been ignoring. You pull back, opening your eyes to the man in front of you. He looked at you with such adoration, it broke your heart to take a step back from him.

“If we keep going I won’t let you go” you whisper, giving Jake a sad smile. You could feel more tears falling from your eyes now. You move your hands, one going to wipe the tears from your face. Looking back at Jake’s eyes, you could see they looked wet too.

“I’ll be back for you, promise” Jake says, reaching for your hand. You laugh, taking his hardened hand and giving it a squeeze.

“You better Peralta.”

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photoboothphotos · 2 years

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Honest Character

Jake Peralta x Reader - Dating the Captain's daughter [1.2K Words]

The Brooklyn summer heat had taken a toll on the city. Everyone at the office was dripping through their shirts this morning due to the absence of air conditioning, courtesy of a broken fuse that impacted all of New York City. The entire squad was forced to dress summer casual, looking like a bunch of vacationers that had washed up into the precinct, with only Capitan Holt abiding to the work-place dress code.

So, when you walked into the police station with your yellow sundress swaying up your thighs, Jake Peralta had no choice but to look you up and down like a tall glass of water. With sunglasses adorning your head like a crown, you walked straight into the Captain’s office without saying a single word. The Captain had shut his office door behind you, forbidding any eavesdropping of the conversation.

“Jake, stop staring down the new sketch artist,” Terry commanded from his desk, “You’re going to scare her away before she even starts.”

The detective turned towards Terry, confusion running through his brows, “We hired a new sketch artist? How come I was never told this?”

“Because you always hit on the new hires,” Rosa chimed in dropping off a shared file onto Jakes desk, “Holt asked us all to keep her transfer a secret until she got here.”

With genuine hurt, Jake shot his friends an accusing look, “That’s crazy. I am a delight to meet, I can keep this profresh. It’s all of you making this unprofresh.” He huffed with frustration earning sympathetic gazes from the rest of the squad. Before anyone had the chance to add to the conversation, the room went quiet with Holt calling Jake towards his office before closing the door once more. Standing up, Peralta turned to the sargent with a smirk, “See! I am a delight.” With determination he marched to the Captain’s office, smoothing out his short-sleeved flannel.

“Jake, I’d like to meet (Y/N) H.C.” The Captain introduced the two of you with a gesturing hand.

“Nice to meet you, I’m Jake Peralta. You must be the new sketch artist,” Jake stated proudly reaching for your hand and giving Holt a smug look, “What does the H.C. stand for, Honest Character? We sure need more of that around here.” The detective gave his superior another annoyed look, still frustrated from being kept out of the loop.

You looked between the officers, clearly you had stepped into a separate argument. Deciding to ignore the unknown elephant in the room you took Jake’s hand, giving him a shake. “No, it’s short for Holt-Cozner. I’m from the Seven-Three’s forensics division, my dad said you needed some help with the Davidson murder.” You clarified, with question taking over your voice. The silence ran thick throughout the office, both Holt and yourself confused beyond belief. You slowly retrieved your hand away from Jake’s when it was evident that he’d been shocked frozen.

“Your dad?” Jake quipped, bewildered by the fact.

“Yes,” Holt confirmed hesitantly, unsure of what had taken over his subordinate. “I had Santiago inform the team that my daughter would be visiting and helping you with the case.”

With twisted lips Jake shot a look at his desk, now crowded with snickering friends and an apologetic looking Boyle. Peralta knew this was payback for when he embarrassed his co-worker during last week’s briefing. In an awkward haste, Jake led you a spare room leaving you with no choice but to mumble a quiet “I’ll see you at dinner” to Holt before exiting.

You reviewed the photos and DNA evidence quietly, unsure of what was going through the detective’s mind. With a slight cough you cleared your throat before speaking, “It’s odd that there aren’t any fingerprints around the apartment that match the ones on the weapon,” you started “How did they enter the apartment in the first place? And even then, why not take the same precautions with handling the weapon. It’s like they’re a ghost and only moralized to kill the victim.”

Jake looked at you excitedly, a lightbulb illuminating in his head. “Because they were framed!” He yelled excitedly shuffling through the files bringing your attention to a picture of the apartment owner, “We dismissed this guy’s prints because it’s his apartment, but he must’ve blackmailed our suspect into putting his prints on the weapon – the suspect kept on saying he was there returning a favor, and that’s it.” The detective shook his head in disbelief, already over the embarrassing moment from earlier, “You’re a genius.”

“It was your solve detective, I’m just happy to help.” You smiled, getting ready to show yourself out.

“Wait, don’t you want to stay for the interrogation?” Jake asked, hoping he would have the opportunity to make up for his horrible first impression, “Or at least long enough for me to take you out for lunch?” He could tell that the latter offer took you by surprise. So, he offered you a welcoming arm, inviting you to link with it, “Do you like Pizza?”

The awkwardness from earlier had washed away as the two of you shared a laugh over two slices of New York’s finest pizza and ice-cold orange sodas. Jake had explained the entire situation from this morning and in return you had described to him your life with your dads: Raymond Holt and Kevin Cozner.

“You have the coolest dads ever,” Jake exclaimed taking another slice of pepperoni pizza. The cheese stretched as he placed the slice back down, “I can’t believe that this is the first time I’ve heard of you.”

You shook your head, laughing at the hanging cheese string dangling from Jake’s lips. You were thankful for the bright sun leaving a pink tint on your skin, effectively hiding your growing blush. Your dad had told you many stories about the detective. Nights of going on and on about his awful handwriting, his silliness during Halloween, and how he had set every precinct record since Holt had taken command. You had been curious about Peralta, but you would have never thought he’d be this charming. Maybe it was the romantic pop song playing on the radio, or the heat coming from the kitchen, but desire had bubbled in your heart, and you were itching for more time with him.

With his permission, you wiped off the extra sauce and cheese off the corner of Jake’s mouth, making you suddenly shy. “Yeah, and yet I’ve already learnt so much about you.”

Jake’s smile grew bigger, happy that he’d manage to turn the situation around. The way your sundress hiked up your legs had not left his mind since this morning. Though he felt himself enchanted to meet you, he knew with certainty that he wanted to go about this spontaneous date correctly – with you being the Captain’s daughter and all. He felt it in his gut that you were going to be a forever thing, and his gut feelings were always right. “To even it out, maybe I can learn more about you over drinks tomorrow at the bar?”

You leaned in gifting the detective a light kiss on his cheek, unable to resist those dimples for any longer than you already have, “It’s a date.”

And it was one of the best dates both of you had been on. From that day forward, Jake no longer wanted or needed to hit on other new hires, not with you and your sundresses frequenting the precinct. The squad had grown fond of your budding relationship, with even the Captain showing signs of enthusiasm. As Jake meet you downstairs for another summer night of exploring the city, he thought to himself about how lucky he was to have been pranked by his friends that morning.

#jake peralta blurb #jake peralta imagine #jake peralta x reader #jake peralta x y/n #jake peralta #brooklyn nine nine #brooklyn nine nine imagine #brooklyn 99 #jake peralta fanfic #jake peralta oneshot #jake peralta drabble #jake peralta fiction #jake peralta fluff

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idontplaytrack · 11 days

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Tough

Warnings: none?

-rosa diaz x teen daughter! reader-

In which, Rosa comes down with a cold and the squad shoos her home but she refuses- so reader comes to the rescue

“You look like hell, Rosa.”

“I’m fine.” Rosa spat.

“No, you are not.” Jake continues. Rosa only rolled her eyes before resuming her work. “Lieu, would you please tell her she looks like crap.”

Jeffords turned around and said, “You look like crap.”

“I’m working.”

“You’re sick. Literally not one of us have seen you this pale.” Terry continues.

“At least take this.” Charles put a pill on her desk- an antihistamine.

“No.”

“Ha ha.” Amy quipped, “I called your daughter.”

“Amy, are you insane? Why would you do that?” Rosa laid back in her seat, “Why would you call my daughter over this?”

“Because out of everyone you know, I know you’d listen to her.” Amy shrugged.

“I’m gonna kill you.”

“No, you are not.” Amy replies calmly, “Just go home and take it easy for the rest of the day.”

“But you might want to wait for your daughter to get here.” Holt’s voice cut through the room. “I do not think it is safe for you to make your own way home. She should be here in 16 minutes. Her school has let out for the day.”

“Whaaat? Still crazy to hear that.” Jake laughs.

“Get back to work.” Terry reminded, “Rosa stop doing your work.”

“Fine, whatever.” She gave up, saving the document onto her desktop then just laid back in her chair to wait for you.

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“Bye, Rosa.” Jake grins. Rosa grumbles, putting her jacket on while you went to press the lift button.

“You know, I love you but I don’t see how having you take a detour to go home with me will keep either of us safer.”

“Okay, but it did shut them up, didn’t it?”

Rosa chuckles, “Didn’t you have something on?”

“I did. But I decided not to go.”

“I’m a little afraid to ask, but why?”

“That’s a problem for another day. You just focus on resting today.” You told her.

“y/n.” She warned.

“The guy’s a douchebag.” You gave in, “Apparently he orders the most expensive thing on the menu then makes his date pay every time. And he doesn’t exactly take no for an answer, if you get what I mean.”

“Okay, that’s good- don’t ever feel like you need to go on dates because you don’t want to cancel on people.”

“I know.” You assured, “How are you feeling?”

“Never felt this sick in 10 years.” She snorted, “But, I bounce back quick.”

“That’d be right.” You stifled a laugh, “I’ll make us some soup when we get back- and you, take a shower and get into bed.”

“Yes, ma’am.” She joked, “I’m tough.”

“Oh, there’s no denying that.” You put an arm around her, and you see a tiny little smile tug on her lips, “You are tough. You’re a badass.”

“I mean, so are you, y’know?” She continues.

“Barely.”

“Please, you’re my daughter. I taught you everything you know. You’re a badass too, mamita.”

“Oh, boy we need to get you into bed.”

“y/n, I’m not trying to be funny.”

“You realise none of my dates have went well so far?”

“So? It’s not your fault the people who’ve tried to take you out are jerks or you just didn’t vibe with them.”

“Maybe I’m the problem.”

“No one’s perfect but you can’t say that because I see you as you are and I can confidently say you’re a good person.” Rosa spoke tiredly, “There are plenty of people in the city. You’ll meet someone before you know it.”

“You mean it?”

“Fuck do you mean? Of course I do.” She answered straightforwardly, “Don’t be so hard on yourself.”

“Ah…I guess after three suckish dates in a row, my confidence has taken a hit. But thanks, Mom.”

The rest of your walk home was rather quiet with Rosa trying to keep warm in this chilly weather while her body temperature rose. So, once you both got home, you quickly turned the heat up so she would be more comfortable. “I’m gonna take a shower now, then I’m off to bed.”

“Good, you’d better. I’ll wake you up when the food’s done so you can eat some then take something for your fever.”

“Okay, honey.” Rosa rolled her eyes playfully, “Be careful.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“I said that first.”

#rosa diaz x daughter reader #rosa diaz #reader insert #x reader #daughter reader #brooklyn nine nine #b99 #fanfiction #alternative universe #au fanfiction #drabble #stephanie beatriz

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nikiizqn · 11 months

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ENHYPEN AS B99 MOMENTS

a/n: made this instead of studying 👍👍 let me know if you wanna see more enha drabbles based on b99

Jay: I don’t believe in loopholes.

Heeseung: what? Loopholes are the best.

Heeseung: Remember that time when Pancake Palace had that all-you-can eat deal but didn’t set a time limit? I ate pancakes for a week for $3.99. All I had to do was sleep there and never shower.

Niki: WHAT? Thanks for the invite, hyung.

Jay: I will not be using a loophole as always; I will be using the main hole or no hole. I chose no hole.

Sunghoon: You just said hole way too much.

Heeseung: and that’s coming from Sunghoon

Jay: Yes, that is concerning.

Niki: oh you think you know someone Heeseung hyung UNBELIEVABLE

Sunoo: Trust me, I'm sort of a natural mother.

Jungwon: Yeah, natural motherfucker

Jake: Wow, your handshake is quite firm.

Jungwon: I took a seminar.

Jake: where?

Sunghoon: if you like pInA cOLadaS

Sunoo: dead guy hyung

Sunghoon: sorry

Jay: "Jay, we are all so sorry for your loss. Please let us know if we can do anything." sent from my stinky butt

Niki: 😀

Jungwon: One of these photos is of a garbage dump, the other is your room. Which is which?

Jake: The left is the garbage dump.

Jungwon: THEY'RE BOTH YOUR ROOM!

Heeseung: I gotta go

Sunoo: Aren't you forgetting something?

Heeseung: Uh...

Heeseung: [kisses Sunoo's forehead and runs off]

Sunoo: No! Pay your bill! Damn, who raised you!?

Sunghoon: This is killing me

Jay: Good. Die.

Jake: Good news is our evaluation will be done by Deputy Chief Heeseung. We have a good rapport. He was once my captain.

Niki: So he's kinda like our grand captain?

Jake: That is amazingly funny.

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twisted-dork · 6 months

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Random Story/Drabble Idea Criminal Minds x Brooklyn Nine-Nine

Reader is Jake Peralta younger sister who got an offer working at the Bau. Jake incourages her to go and she ends up dating Spencer Reid (because who wouldn’t). And when Spencer goes to jail in Mexico guess who breaks him out DOUG JUDY. In his words, “Anything for the little Peralta.”

#criminal minds #spencer reid #spencer reid x reader #brooklyn nine nine #brooklyn 99 #jake peralta #doug judy #criminal minds x brooklyn nine nine #criminal minds x brooklyn 99 #peralta reader #criminal minds x reader #criminal minds x oc

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gabigabigabby · 1 year

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surprising joão with a basketful of candy after training

tiny drabble (: also joão and r call each other 'cara' romantically, which translates to 'dude' in portuguese.

you know how hard ur boyfriend trains to get better and to be better. sometimes u feel bad for him. the long hours of training a day is probably torture for him, and u reckoned that the only thing keeping him going is u as well as his teammates.

u decided u wanted to be the reason why joão smiled for real today. u drove to the grocery store and picked up joão's favorite candy bars, ranging from snickers bars all the way to m&m's. whatever that could possibly give him a toothache from eating them too much, u chucked it in ur basket.

tomorrow is his first off day in a while, and he'd talked about wanting to stay up and play video games. u also were aware about how much coffee joão drinks, so as an alternative, u get him those monster energy drinks. lesser caffeine, more power, you thought.

hours after, joão finally managed to get his foot in the house. your head flicks to the left as soon as u heard the door, joão's head darts up from the front door, smiling at u before shutting and locking the door. "hey b."

"hey," u smile. "ur back late." u sit up, grabbing the remote from the coffee table, pausing ur sitcom.

"yeah sorry. enzo held me back," he explains, making his way over to u, kissing ur cheek before dropping his bag and sitting on the couch next to u. noticing what sitcom u were watching prior, he sighs. "brooklyn nine-nine without me?"

u smile apologetically. "im sorry. but i have something that'll cheer u up though." joão's eyes light up in curiosity, watching u walk over to the kitchen.

"i curated something super cool for u today." u say with the full basket of candy in your arms.

"muito fixe?" joão confirms. [very cool? in pt-pt]

"muito legal." u reply, putting the basket on his lap. [very cool. in br-pt]

"a shit load of candy!" joão smiles, running his hands through every snack there is in the hamper. "u know me so well, cara."

"duh," u scoff. "and i know how much u miss gaming, so i got u a can of monster." u pull out the can of monster from under the basket, hidden under the snickers and mars bars.

"this was the flavour i've been telling u about!" he points at the can in excitement. "thank u babe. what a gift."

"ur welcome, cara." u smile, about to lean back against the couch and put up scream or a random horror movie.

"can i still hang out with u?" joão asks, putting the basket on the dining table. "right after i clean up, of course."

"yeah of course," u nod. "yeah yeah. we could watch scream."

"i hate those films, cara. u know that!" joão drops his shoulders and groans.

"but stu macher!" u argue.

"fine," he gives in, walking towards ur bedroom, complaining about u to himself. "i don't get why she likes that guy, he kills people, cara. weirdo."

#joao felix #joao felix x reader #joao felix x you #joão félix #chelsea fc #joao felix drabble

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welcometololaland · 10 months

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Fic Rec Friday - Round Up Part 2

Thanks to everyone who participated this week - the theme was: rec a fic starting with the same letter as your name / username. I have a list below, but I only included ones people tagged me in or ones I could find from the #fic rec friday tag. If I've missed any, please let me know!

Please read at your own discretion. Heed tags and ratings on each individual fic. Keep yourself safe, friends!

Also PSA - the rec lists were super long this week so i'm so sorry if i have stuffed up a link or accidentally put someone in the wrong category!

911 Lone Star (part 2) (needed to be split into 2 posts this week!)

Sanctuary by @reyescarlos

Say You’ll Remember Me by @myemergence

Searching For A Trail to Follow Again by @sunshinestrand

Seven Ways Back to You (series) by Lolaland (me)

Slowly Becoming Lovers by @morganaspendragonss

So Many Somethings by @iboatedhere

somebody to you by @reyescarlos

Soon by @rmd-writes

snapshots by @sanjuwrites

still we’re holding on by @rosedavid

sweetest devotion by @reyescarlos

Teardrop on the Fire by @carlos-in-glasses

The Many Names of TK Strand by tabbytabbytabby

The Marriage Tamales by @bellakitse

The Ring In by Lolaland (me) and ifyoustay

the ruins of wonderland by @carlos-in-glasses

The Sex Pollen Incident by @hoko-onchi-writes

The Space in Between by @fortunatelydecaffeinateddinosaur

to live for the hope of it all by @strandnreyes

to which there is no reply by @reyesstrand

Two Hearts gone black and blue by paperstorm

Two paper airplanes flying by @liminalmemories21

Vet Pups and Set Ups by @iboatedhere

View from the Top by @bellakitse

What Family Does by AShortWalkToDelinquency

What You See Will Be by @thevenstar

When I dropped my sword I threw it in the bushes and knocked on your door by @liminalmemories21

when I’m like this, you’re the one I want by @thebumblecee

White by @chaotictarlos and paperstorm

Wings Are Frayed by @iboatedhere and @pragmatic-optimist

911

hate to say i spent it all on masquerades by @hattalove

i don’t think that we should have friendly sex, anymore by @capseycartwright

i like you so much (it's kinda gross) by @gayhoediaz

Make it pretty for me. by @snarky-drabbles

Our story's been heartache and wonder by @tails89

The Shift by @popfly

whenever you call me, i'll be there by ipretendtobesane

with every heartbeat I have left by iriswests

Black Sails

i might believe a good deal of it, too by explosiontimothy

Brooklyn Nine-Nine

Raspberry Sherbet by theclaravoyant

Repudiate and Disavow by mystery_ink

Check Please!

A Whole Different Kind of Light by @porcupine-girl

As We Run, We Become by @iboatedhere

at certain times by @parvuls

Chris Chow, Matchmaker Extraordinaire by 42hrb

Cromwell Cinematic Universe (series) by @sincerelyreidburke

Crossed Wires by @lecrivaineanonyme

Theatre Building, Dec. 6 by @cricketnationrise

There Have Been Five Kisses by @cricketnationrise

Good Omens

Take My Hand, Take My Whole Life Too by @thebibliosphere

Inception

Wherever You Will Be (That's Where I'll Call Home) [The DomesticVerse] (series) @gyzym

Loki

A can of josta by @jim-jam-gem

Cold, Cold Heart by @amadness2method

Marvel Cinematic Universe

take it or leave it by kellifer_fic

Merlin

in a field of dandelions by @princess-of-the-worlds

It's Not in the Way that You Came Back to Me by nie_narzekam

Parks and Recreation

It's a Strange Paradise by CongressmanNoJaw

#fic rec friday #fic rec friday round up #911 lone star #911 #check please #black sails #brooklyn nine nine #merlin #parks and recreation #loki #inception #good omens #marvel cinematic universe

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drunk-cryptic-witch · 2 years

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Sick days

Katsuki x reader drabble/fic

Katsuki x gn!reader, tell me if I accidentally used she/her or he/him pronouns or made any other errors (respectfully, that is)

Basically where you’re sick and Katsuki takes care of you, but you’re not admitting you’re unwell.

Warnings: swearing, mention of being sick? Tell me if I missed out on anything.

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Bakugo Katsuki was not in a good mood when his footsteps trudged through the door. A villain got away, again. It really wasn’t his week, this was the third time this pathetic criminal had escaped him, the mighty Dynamight. He shrugged off his gear aggressively, the sound barely making you move from your spot on the couch.

“Hey,” You said, not looking away from the tv screen, only frustrating him further.

“Tch.”

You rolled your eyes, already aware of how his day must have gone. Repeat of yesterday. And the day before that. You were watching on tv earlier, and saw the guy escaping from your boyfriend. But after the fight the channel had switched to Brooklyn Nine Nine.

“Oi dumbass, focus on me instead of Rosa Diaz. Can’t I get a welcome home?!” He said, already frowning.

You groaned, shifting on the couch, blanket pulled high.

Now his frown deepened out of concern.

“Why are you doing that.”

“Doing what?”

“The blanket shit. You do that when you’re sick.”

“I’m not bloody sick.”

“It’s clear as fuck. Get off the couch, go to bed.”

Oh hell no. You weren’t gonna sleep. If there’s one thing you despised, it was afternoon naps. Especially when you were sick. Which you were not.

Yet before you could argue your boyfriend picked you up, blanket and all, and deposited you into your bedroom.

“I’m giving you soup, and then I’ll give you lunch. And then you sleep.” He gave you a glare which said there was no other way that this was going. You huffed out a ‘fine’ and he disappeared.

Half an hour later, steaming hot soup was placed by your bedside and you made a face. “Don’t give me that look, just finish it while it’s hot.”

Another twenty minutes passed and your soup was over, and another half an hour and lunch. At least Bakugo was a good cook. And then came the worst part of the day.

The curtains shut, drowning out the light. You let out a muffled groan as your phone was discarded and the bed was made up. “Lie down. Now.” “Damn at least take me out to dinner first-,” He made no efforts to laugh at your joke, all serious about making you get better and get to bed.

“You realise I’ll make you lie down and trap you so you can’t go anywhere right?”

“You’re gonna cuddle with me until I fall asleep?”

“Basically.”

“You’ll get sick.”

“Don’t care. Already called in for sick leave for two days.”

“But the villain-,”

“-can wait. Besides, I’m the only one who’s gonna get him. I finally figured out how.”

“Really? Tell me. Or you can tell me ANYTHING else I am fully here to listen.”

“Nice try. Sleep.”

A/N: I’m sick, and this is for my benefit mainly. Ooc Bakugo here sooo

Also not proof read

I’m tired don’t judge me

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buckets-and-trees · 2 years

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Steve and the Ballet

Fandom: MCU

Characters/Pairings: Steve x Reader

Word Count: 1,692

Summary: You are in for a very different Saturday with Steve.

Additional Notes: THIS WAS A DRABBLE SERIES! Intended every piece to be 1k or less, a couple have crept up past that, but this one got away from me and my intentions! Because…well, because. I didn’t want to cut even any more small pieces from this episode. Next bit in the Steve vein of The Brooklyn Boys series.

The warm kiss of the sun on your cheek is the first thing you register waking up. You stretch one arm above your head, the tips of your fingers playing with the leaves from the pothos vines spilling down from the shelf above your bed while your other hand pushes your light-blocking eye mask off your face. You roll to the side of your bed and reach for your phone. It’s Saturday morning, a little before nine. Steve has usually texted you by now with whatever suggestion he has for the day, but there’s nothing from him yet.

You try and tamper down your thoughts before getting carried away.

He’s so fantastically old-fashioned when it comes to communicating that you would have assumed he would tell you if he were planning not to have plans with you today…

But he’s also Captain America. He could be called off to any part of the world at any moment, and it was honestly remarkable he’d been free every Saturday since you’d met now that you think about it.

Email has been checked, and you’re just starting a leisurely morning scroll through Instagram when the text notification appears on screen and your heart leaps.

STEVE: I know it’s not our usual, but I have tickets to the ballet tonight at 8. Meet me at Lincoln Center at 7:30?

You bite your lip. It is decidedly not your usual. Our usual he said – you like that. But what does this mean exactly? You didn’t peg him for a ballet guy, but you would peg him for the kind of guy to take a girl to the ballet for something like a real date. Then again, if it was supposed to be more like a date, wouldn’t he suggest dinner first? Or want to pick you up?

It probably wasn’t a date. Your other Saturdays hadn’t been dates. The two of you didn’t text throughout the week either. He would text more if he saw more between you. Except he didn’t seem one for a lot of texting, period. That was normal. You’d dated other men who weren’t big texters – not all of those relationships were winners, but a couple of the good and decent ones just weren’t that connected to their phones, and that wouldn’t surprise you about Steve. The Saturdays you had spent together were largely tech free for you both.

Your phone buzzes again, jolting you out of your thoughts.

STEVE: Unless you’re busy tonight? I should have asked earlier instead of assuming your Saturday night would be free.

You grin.

YOU: I’ll forgive your faux pas this time because, luckily for you, I am free. See you there.

After determining you have nothing to wear to the ballet, you quickly throw on something decent enough to go out shopping in, buzz through three different shops before discovering and deciding on a tasteful black dress that you instantly in love with. You drop in to get a manicure and pedicure at your go-to salon two blocks from your apartment. Having a fully free Saturday turning out to be a blessing and a curse as it affords you time to get ready for a night at the ballet, but also a full day to think about almost nothing else except the night ahead of you at the ballet with Steve.

Though you’d been out most of the day, you made sure you had enough time to shower, scrub, shave, wax, and buff everywhere. You riffle through your fridge for a quick dinner, which you eat in the cute silk robe you got from being part of a bridal party two years ago (one where the bride wanted those pre-wedding photos of all her bride squad getting ready together in matching silk robes). After satisfying your stomach, you spend too much time on your make-up and hair to end up with a look that’s only a shade more dramatic than your usual, but you also don’t want to go over the top when you’re still not sure whether it’s a date. Finally, you slip into your dress and some of your best heels – the ones that still look good but don’t kill your feet. You keep the jewelry simple – pearl necklace and earrings – and finish with a small gold watch that had been your grandmother’s, smiling until you see the time, and then frown and dash for your phone to summon an Uber. Before dinner you were doing good on time, but now you’re probably going to be late. Not late for the ballet, but late for the time you’re supposed to meet Steve.

At 7:25 your driver is not far from Lincoln Center, but your estimated arrival is not for another fifteen minutes. You send a text to Steve, apologizing and giving him your ETA.

STEVE: Don’t stress about it in the slightest. I’ll see you when you get here.

He also shares his location with you, which will make it easy to find him once you arrive.

He didn’t choose the option to share his current location only or to share for one hour or until the end of the day either – he hit ‘share indefinitely,’ which makes you grin. That’s a lot of access.

Friends or more? Could go either way. Also could have been an accident. For the hundredth time today, you tell your brain to put on the brakes and stop launching scores of different trains of thought out of the station.

When you finally arrive, you see Steve before he sees you, and though you were a little breathless trying to rush to meet him and make up for being late, you stop for a moment because the sight of him, side profile in a very sharp suit, steals your breath away.

Or you thought it did.

Because since he senses someone looking at him from across the lobby, and he turns to look your way, and when he sees it’s you, he smiles, and then your breath truly stops. He quickly makes his way over to you.

“I finally made it!”

“You look stunning,” he says, stepping close in the din of people milling about – hundreds of others meeting people and mingling and making their way to the theater.

“Sorry again for being late,” you say.

He shakes his head. “No, we have more than enough time.”

“I know, but – “

He stops you with a low murmur of your name and placing his hand on your shoulder. “You’re here now.”

It’s nice having to stand this close in the crowd, and you’re caught looking into his warm blue eyes. That look and the warmth of his hand melt away your annoyance and nerves from running late. You’re truly in the moment now, and it’s almost like any of your other Saturdays with him.

He finally says, “Our seats are this way,” and turns slightly. His hand moves down your shoulder to your elbow, and then brushes back to rest lightly at the small of your back as he gently maneuvers you through the thick part of the crowd in the lobby. When you get to the first usher, he removes his hand so he can get your tickets out to show them to move into the theater.

You don’t hold hands but your shoulders touch often as you each turn to talk with one another before the show and during the intermission of the production of Sleeping Beauty. The dancers of the New York City Ballet are world renowned for a reason, you’ve always loved Tchaikovsky, and everything with the beautiful production ultimately stirs a few tears in your eyes for how powerful a performance it is near the end. Steve leans close, shoulder touching yours again, to offer his handkerchief. All of it is close, intimate, sharing this experience together in the theater tonight. You’ve been to movies and plays and performances on dates before, but you know the difference between when it feels connected and when it doesn’t. This does.

Right as the performance ends, you turn heads to look at each other, a soft smile on your face, but a slightly strained smile on his. He speaks immediately though.

“It’s getting late, but I wondered if you’d want to go get something to eat?”

“Always,” you say, smile turning to a grin, and you see the tension release from his face with your response. Your chest feels warm seeing that smile

You take a cab to a diner in easy walking distance from your apartment – as always Steve has done his homework. Each of you order a plate of pancakes, and the conversation is easy as it always is. You love being in this casual place – a place you’ve been to plenty – in a cozy booth sitting across from Steve, both of you dressed up, late at night. You will remember this. And not just because he looks so good, so handsome, so real in this moment it makes your heart want to burst out of your chest. You talk and laugh. You bat his fork away as he tries to steal a bite from your plate.

By the time you leave the diner, the heat of the day has burned off, and it’s just a touch on the cool side, cool enough that Steve shrugs his suit coat off and offers it to you, and you nod and let him drape it over your shoulders. Your conversation continues as you walk side by side to your apartment.

“This is me,” you state simply.

“I’ll say goodnight then.”

You slip off his coat. “I had a really, really nice time, Steve.”

He drops his gaze for a moment, taking the coat back from you, an easy smile on his face. “We should do this again.”

“Yes.”

You wait, holding your breath.

Steve leans in close and gently kisses you on the cheek. You feel heat blooming there where his lips brushed, and it blossoms in your core as well.

“Goodnight,” he says.

“Goodnight.”

You go to sleep with certainty. That was a date.

You wake up and are certain you are in so much trouble.

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bathroom break

synopsis: you check in on your boyfriend who’s been in the bathroom for far too long

pairings: non-idol! yeonjun x partner! g.n. reader

genre: comedic drabble ?? i think

word count: 0.6k

a/n: this little scenario popped into my head and made me think of yeonjun 💀

another episode of brooklyn nine-nine without yeonjun; this was the second one in a row. you hadn’t noticed until just now at the start of the next episode of the empty space next to you in bed. furrowing your eyebrows, you shuffle to your feet and pause the show with one swift motion before heading down the hall towards the bathroom. lights shining onto the wall adjacent from it with the faint sound of videos coming from his phone, you roll your eyes and lean against the doorframe. his eyes didn’t leave his phone for a split second, his mind too busy staring into his phone to even acknowledge your presence as he sat on top of the toilet bowl with his boxers down to his ankles.

“hello? earth to yeonjun?” you sarcastically spoke, waving your hand near his face.

the motion caused his head to shoot up in your direction, smiling at you cutely with innocence as his one elbow propped up on his thigh with the other one occupied with his phone that was open to TikTok. “hey baby! what’s up?”

you looked over at the clock at the wall, pointing at it and responding once his gaze left yours and fixated on the time. “you’ve been sitting here for so long, i'm getting lonely.”

when he turned to look at you again, his heart fluttered at the pout on your lips. “sorry, got distracted by TikTok again. i even sent you a few.”

you nodded, ruffling his hair and standing up straight in the doorway. “just hurry up and wipe your ass, please. i miss your cuddles.” was all you said before turning on your heels and walking back into your shared bedroom.

soon after, you heard him flush the toilet and the faucet turn on. just as you were about to press play on the new episode, you looked over and noticed a limping yeonjun walking towards his side of the bed. his body plopped down next to you as you let out small fits of laughter, watching his struggle to get under the blanket. he glared at you playfully as he got back under the covers next to you. you held your hand over your mouth to try and stifle the laughter, but it didn’t work at all as his daggers burned holes into you.

“leg fell asleep?” you asked, a slow yet regretful nod coming from him.

you laughed once more, a pout spreading across his lips. before pressing play, you leaned over to press a kiss to his lips but mumbled a defeated ‘hey’ as he moved his face to the side as his arms crossed over his chest.

“you were away from me for almost two hours taking a shit and now you-“

“hey!” he defended, turning to look at you again. “i wasn’t taking a shit, i was watching tiktoks!”

“you were doing both!”

“i was not!”

“yes you were!”

“was not!”

you reached over to grab your phone from the nightstand, opening the tiktok app and showing him the fifty three tiktoks in a row he sent you while in the bathroom. you watched his face scrunch in defeat, running a hand through his hair before puckering his lips in your direction while making annoying kissing noises.

as much as you wanted to tease him a bit more, you couldn’t help but peck his lips and lay your head on his shoulder, tangling your legs with his and wrapping your arms around his body.

“you’re lucky i like you.” you mumbled into his shoulder before pressing play on the TV remote, turning your face back towards the television to watch the show.

his smiling lips pressed a small kiss to your temple before turning to watch the television as well, snuggling deeper under the blankets with you. “i love you too.”

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Sebastian: Anyone else have the weird urge to lecture themselves?

MC: What?

Sebastian (mimicking Ominis): Sebastian, what are you doing?

Ominis (walking up behind him): Sebastian, what are you doing?

Sebastian (shrieks): I conjured him.

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Promises Made, Promised Kept.

Jake Peralta x G/N Reader - You made a promise, and it’s a promise you kept. - Words: 842. - Warnings: None.

Seventeen Years Old

You sit on the stoop of your now ex-partners house. You were arguing over nothing, again. However this fight was the one that made you realise you didn’t have the energy anymore. You didn’t want to put in the time or effort for nothing. Looking at your phone, you read over the last message you received from Jake.

10 min away

Looking at the time, it was coming close to fifteen minutes later. You weren’t surprised, Jake and time management were not on good terms at the best of times. You look away from your phone, leaning against the door behind you. Just as you shut your eyes, you hear the engine of his car turning the corner. Quickly standing up and collecting your belongings you walk to the curb, just as Jake was pulling up. You open the door, sitting in the passenger seat with a huff.

“Bad night?” Jake asks, taking off again.

“We broke up,” you replied.

“Oh shit. Okay yeah, bad night.”

“I’m just so tired y’know?” you whisper, looking out at the window. “I shouldn’t feel this tired if I actually loved them.”

Jake hummed in agreement. “We should do something.”

“I just want to go home.”

“You can’t go home when you’re this bummed out” You turned to face the man driving, looking at his smile. He looks over at you, his smile widening. “Let’s do something.”

You sigh, looking at your surroundings through the windshield. “We’re near the park, wanna go there?”

“Let’s go”.

Jake pulled into a carpark and you opened the door to the cool air. You shiver, pulling your jacket closer. Jake comes over and offers his arm. You let out a small laugh, holding on to the crook of his elbow. You both walk in silence, with no real direction in mind.

“Thanks for coming to my rescue” you say. “You didn’t have to.”

“I know,” Jake shrugs. “I wasn’t doing anything else anyway so why not help someone in distress.”

You laugh, looking up at Jake with a smile. He returns it, before spotting something behind you. His eyes lighten up. You follow his eyesight, seeing the playground. “Race you to the swings?”

You both run as soon as you finish your sentence, Jake just beating you. You sit down on one of the swings, slightly out of breath. You turn to Jake, seeing him swinging higher and higher. You laugh again. Jake slows down, looking over to you once he comes to a stop.

“It’s nice hearing you laugh,” he says. You feel your cheeks warm at his comment, and you look at the ground. You softly kick the bark at your feet.

“It’s nice being near someone who makes me laugh.”

“What happened? If you don’t wanna talk about it it’s okay, but I wanna know where to put them on my shitlist.”

“We just had another argument.” You whispered, kicking the bark a bit harder. “Over nothing. Again. And I realised I just couldn’t be bothered anymore.”

“Do you want my honest opinion?” Jake asked softly. You look back to him, nodding. “It’s their loss honestly. You’re an amazing person, and anyone would be lucky to date you.”

“You always know what to say to make me feel better. Maybe I should marry you” you said jokingly, looking back at the ground. You could hear Jake laugh softly.

“Promise?”

“Promise what?”

“Promise to marry me?”

“Yeah, sure Jake.”

Twenty Nine Years Old

You stand tall, watching the man you love finish his vowels. You smile softly as he finishes, looking down at your own notes before starting.

“I can’t remember how old we were, but I remember the night vividly. You had just picked me up from an ex’s house, with an intention to make my night better. We walked through the park like old people and then ran to the playground like children. You made me laugh, I told you my troubles, and then you made me promise that I would marry you. Well, here I stand, fulfilling that promise.” You look at Jake, watching as he laughs. “You somehow make me feel like I’m a hundred, but also like I’m ten. You’ve continued to make me laugh, you’ve continued to pick up my spirits and honestly, there's no one else I would rather marry. I’m glad I made that promise to you, and I’m glad it’s a promise I’ve managed to keep.”

Jake moved a hand to your cheek, wiping a lone tear away. You laugh, leaning into his hand.

“You have kissed a thousand times before, maybe more. But today, the feeling is new. You are longer partners and best friends, you’re now something more. Now, let’s make this union official, and seal it with the first kiss of the rest of your lives together.”

Jake grabs your cheeks, pulling you towards him. You laugh, wrapping your arms around his shoulders. Both pairs of lips meet in the middle at the same time. This is the best promise you’ve ever kept.

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photoboothphotos · 2 years

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Shock Factor

Jake Peralta x Reader - Life changing celebrations with a unlikely duo: a lawyer and a detective. [2.2K Words]

Requested by: @shycollectionwolfstuff - I hope you enjoy and that you don’t mind me indulging in my own plot ideas. My apologies for taking so long to write it. <3

The muscles in your system ached from your sleep. The sunrise shone brightly behind your closed eyes as you twisted in your sheets, desperate for an extra five minutes in bed.

You knew it was early, too early to be a functioning human being. Before you could bury yourself in sleep, a pair of arms wrapped around your waist and pulled you forward into a sea of blankets and pillows. “Good morning Sunshine,” a husky voice, belonging to none other than Jacob Peralta, greeted you. “Up and at’em, Babe.”

Your boyfriend smiled when you pressed a groan into his chest. His eyes darting to your shared alarm clock, its blazing red numbers flashing as the time hit six in the morning. Jake dug within the sheets to bring your face up and towards his before planting a kiss on your nose, “We can do this!” He declared enthusiastically before whipping away the covers.

Today was the day.

You had been waiting for this day since you were a kid. Ever since little (Y/N) accidentally discovered the joys of Legally Blonde, Suits, and How to Get Away with Murder, she was fixated on a career in law. Whether it was environmental or business law, she was hooked on commanding a courtroom with her ingenious ideas and clever arguments.

Of course, this notion horrified some of the people in her life. Her adoptive dad, Raymond Holt, always had a distaste for lawyers. The profession contradicted everything he stood for: the validity of the justice system, rule and conduct, and his duty of putting away criminals. But seeing you light up the courtroom in your early years as a lawyer caused a change of heart.

Jake had felt the same way when he met you. He had terrible run-ins with lawyers over his years on the force, too many to count. A thousand of sleaze-balls trying to convince a room that hardened criminals were innocent. But when he saw you that day working a pro bono case, he believed every word you said and he knew you did too. Your eyes shone with compassion for the victim, a layer of sympathy in your voice as you walked the jury through the course of events. Jake knew then his life would change for the better and that he wanted to have the biggest pleasure of being your cheerleader.

After three years together, you’ve finally finished your doctorate in law studies and Jake got to be your sweet sweet date for the festivities. Today you get presented with your doctorate degree, and your entire circle was overjoyed with the news. The other half of your pair of adoptive fathers, Kevin Cozner, was particularly overjoyed since the new designation came with a professor position at Columbia University. Your entire extended family and the detective squad of the Ninety-Ninth precinct will be over at the Holt-Cozner house to celebrate your success before you walk on stage.

Jake was so excited to meet your family. He had many dinners with your parents before, more than either dad wanted, but this one was special. This time, Jake got to be a part of your story in a spectacular way.

Peralta helped you change into your graduation dress, its pink silk dripping over your lazy limbs. You sleepily did your hair and make-up as Jake put on his fanciest button-up and tie. Your boyfriend moved like a 1980s animated cartoon, his feet moving fast while running from room to room making sure that the cupcakes you prepared the night before were neatly packed while also double checking that his dress shoes were perfectly shiny. Your boyfriend’s arms were frantic while ushering you out of the apartment, one hand on the small of your back while the other carried your purse.

He kicked the door shut with his heel and as he whirled his head around you caught his lips in yours, slowing down his rushed heartbeat. The kiss was abrupt but there was a softness to it, something time-stilling about it. The cupcake container you held created a gap between the two of you. The space seemed to stretch for miles, but Jake’s hand never waivered from its place on you waist.

“I love you.” You whispered, planting another kiss on his chin.

“And I love you.” The detective replied with the ‘too’ dropped, because it wasn’t conditional to you loving him but a feeling that he harboured through his entire existence.

The party buzzed throughout the morning. In the midst of Jake helping Kevin prepare his famous rice dish, there were a hundred musings of your childhood: pictures in the kitchen of you and your first spelling bee prize, trinkets of handmade pottery you’ve made for father’s day.

Jake could hear your Uncle Henry embarrassing you in the other room, telling the squad a story from when you were interning at his firm, ‘And she stayed till after closing trying to fix the damn printer so the attorney could present in the morning!’. There was an echo of laughter and Peralta could already imagine your face blushing in a bright cherry shade.

His heart warmed. Jake always enjoyed his visits to your childhood home, especially when it included a slideshow of your baby pictures from your Aunt Janice and peaks into your childhood bedroom. He loved visiting so much that he almost felt guilty for what he was about to do.

On cue, Holt arrived in the room requesting you and the squad to follow him into the kitchen. Soon the kitchen was overwhelmed with detectives, with you placed right in the middle of the circle of officers. “I got a call from Lieutenant Hicks from our neighbouring precinct, there has been a hack on several precinct firewalls causing havoc with missing evidence and perpetrators running free from holding cells. We need to get back to work right away.” The kitchen quickly filled with shots of confused questions and protests, all of which were silenced with another command. “We don’t have time to discuss the details. All units are to report for duty immediately.”

The crowd dispersed with some unsatisfied grumbles. Only you, Jake, and your parents were left standing in the kitchen, the whistle of pots filled the thick silence. There was an immediate look of guilt radiating on Holt’s face. Though your dad usually bore a deadpanned face, you’ve grown to know the different shades of his expressions. “I am so sorry (Y/N), I know you’re walking the stage in a couple of hours but this will likely take up the rest of the morning.” He apologized, bringing in you into a hug. “The squad and I will try our best to make it back for the afterparty at Shaw's Bar.”

“I understand, stay safe you two.” You replied, turning out of your father’s hug to give Jake one. You were used to these inconvenienced instances by now. Even if it were your birthday or your tenth-grade talent show, you understood from an early age that there was always someone in need of saving; that the absence of Holt during bedtime stories meant that he was fulfilling his job.

The walk across from the stage was a lonely one, with only Kevin and some of your distant relatives cheering you on from the sidelines. But you strode confidently through the rest of the celebration, head held high and your pride in yourself never wavering.

After the last of the names were called and the speeches from your professors were finished, you rushed outside to the university gardens with your purple and white New York University graduation gown swaying in the winds. Kevin was the first to greet you, engulfing you in an embrace that almost made your doctorate cap fall. He pulled away excitedly, gifting you a Columbia sweatshirt that had ‘Professor Holt-Cozner’ embroidered on the sleeve. “I also got us matching lunch bags,” Kevin admitted with a shyness in his voice, “I know it’s not necessarily ‘hip’ to eat lunch with your dad but I hope you will at least give your old man a nod across the cafeteria.” He joked.

You gave him a look, taken aback by his language “Dad, did you just use several informal nouns and an expression within the same sentence for humour reasons?” You teased, giving your father a look.

The two of you shared a smile before the moment was interrupted by a loud ringing coming from your gown pocket. Your eyes scanned the phone screen, there were flashing letters telling you the district attorney was calling. “Hello District Attorney Melvin, what can I do for you?” You greeted, taken aback by the random call. It’s been years since you’ve taken a public case.

You heard a rustling of papers on the other end of the line before the DA spoke ‘(Y/N), thank you for taking my call. I understand it’s been a while since you’ve worked at the office, but I have received a concerning call that a Jacob Peralta was taken into processing at the Seven-Four and is in need of legal representation.’

“The Seven-Four? Has that precinct been hacked as well?” Concern rippled through your body, unable to maintain your composure as you shot worried glances toward Kevin. “Nevermind, I’m on my way. Thank you for the call, Melvin.”

The tips of your toes carried you up the stairs and into the precinct, your legs moving unfamiliarly as you tried to navigate the different levels of the building. You could feel your dad following closely behind you, making sure your dress didn’t snag on anything.

The rest of your family party excused themselves home, the festivities of your day were long forgotten as you let your heart panic with anxiety at what’s to come. You can feel your heart beat rapidly as you made your way towards the interrogation room, guided by a police officer you’d already forgotten the name of. Your mind immediately went towards a million situations, all of which were some version of the worst-case scenario: Was Jake framed for a crime he didn’t commit? How will you be able to defend your way out of this one? Why is the officer leading you towards the roof?

Your feet halted with the soft click of your heels silencing. You only now take notice that Kevin had stopped following you as the officer tipped his hat towards you without another word. Lost at what to do next, you had no choice but to go through the roof door. The Brooklyn night air stuck to your skin, its humidity mixing in with your anxiety sweats.

There on the roof, surrounded by fairy lights and rose petals, stood your boyfriend.

Before you could scold Jake for causing you to panic with another one of his pranks, he silenced your worries with a light touch of your hand. Peralta pulled you into his embrace so that the two of you were touching chest to chest, your body immediately melted into his touch, your mind already forgetting about your other worries.

“There wasn’t an emergency at the precinct was there?” You asked, suspicion lacing your voice as your nose scrunched. For a lawyer, you weren’t very good at deducing the situation.

“Nope,” He admitted smugly, “The Seven-Four: the precinct I worked at before coming to the Nine-Nine and also the day I decided that I wanted to marry you.” Jake was beyond nervous at this point but he wasn’t going to back down now. Despite the slick of his palms and the butterflies erupting in his chest, he continued carrying on with his monologue. “It was the fourth of July and we were celebrating at your uncle’s house. As fireworks blew up in the air, you said that you wanted to host a barbeque ten times as festive as the one he was hosting.” The detective began kneeling down on one knee, reaching into his pocket, “And that was the sweetest thing I’ve ever heard, especially coming from someone whose dads are not quite the festive type.” He joked, finally revealing the ring. Jake took a deep breath, the tremble in his fingers giving away his jitters. Even in the months of preparing this ruse and lying about his whereabouts, the gravity of the situation hadn’t hit him until now. “You make everything into a celebration, and I want to be a part of that. (Y/N) Holt-Cozner, will you marry me?”

The air thickened around you and you suddenly couldn’t breathe. You bent down towards Jake, not being able to bear the solo attention for too long. Your eyes began to water, feeling at a loss for words. “Yes,” you whispered. The word sounded like a promise, a spell that engraved your life with Jake’s forever. “Yes, I’d love to marry you.”

The roof terrace erupted in cheers causing you to fall into Jake with surprise. Applause erupted from the squad with your family and friends emerging from hidden corners. Your now fiancé slipped the ring onto your finger and the two of you stood up to accept the many congratulations. The night spurred with energy as tables were quickly set up and Shaw’s Bar was brought up to the top of the Seventy-Fourth precinct.

“So,” You began once you had a moment with Jake alone, “Why the elaborate prank?” Your question held no malice, only amusement your partner’s playful ways.

Jake shook his head with a smile, bringing you closer to plant a kiss on your forehead “For the shock factor Babe, obviously.”

You rolled your eyes playfully, turning your attention to the rest of the squad. Jake was right, you knew that there is always a need for spectacle with him, obviously. And you also knew that your prank loving fiancé meant well; that missing your graduation was just the small price he had to pay for the proposal to go smoothly.

As you chanced a glance at Jake while everyone was taking turns at giving toasts, your couldn’t help but consider yourself so lucky. The detective who helped your father find your family pet, Cheddar, when he got taken away, your best friend who was with you when your parents were going through a rocky time, and your lover when it came to all things celebratory is now your fiancé!

If you had told little (Y/N) that her love for Legally Blonde, Suits, and How to Get Away with Murder would cause her to meet the man of her dreams she wouldn’t have believed you. And even presently, as you stood hugging Jake’s side, you were a little lost for words.

‘Shock factor accomplished.’ You mumbled to yourself with a smile as you pulled the detective closer to you. And you could’ve sworn you saw a ghost of a smile grace on Jake’s face as you did.

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